The Honors Hollywood Has For

He Was In Love With Life As An Ant On A Summer Blade Of Grass.

There Was A Land Of Cavaliers And Cotton Fields Called The Old South. Here In This Pretty World, Gallantry Took Its Last Bow. Here Was The Last Ever To Be Seen Of Knights And Their Ladies Fair, Of Master And Of Slave. Look For It Only In Books, For It Is No More Than A Dream Remembered, A Civilization Gone With The Wind.

I See A Lot Of Fog And A Few Lights. I Like It When Life's Hidden. It Gives You A Chance To Imagine Nice Things, Nicer Than They Are.

I Have Known A Handful Of Producers Who Actually Were Equal Or Superior To The Writers With Whom They Worked. These Producers Were A New Kind Of Nonwriting Writer Hatched By The Movies - As Australia Produced Wingless Birds. They Wrote Without Pencils Or Even Words. Using A Sort Of Mime-like Talent, They Could Make Up Things Like Writers.

Out Of The Thousand Writers Huffing And Puffing Through Movieland There Are Scarcely Fifty Men And Women Of Wit Or Talent. The Rest Of The Fraternity Is Deadwood. Yet, In A Curious Way, There Is Not Much Difference Between The Product Of A Good Writer And A Bad One. They Both Have To Toe The Same Mark.